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Theed Rancors championship game!!!!

Shevi looked at the cold floor beneath her skates. The cold, hard duracrete floor. She lifted her head, and flicked the head-tails from her large Nautolan eyes. She looked around to see the hodge-podge team. Weomen and some non-humanoid species like Nautolans and Twileks had just recently been let into the league, and Shevi was the very first at tryouts for her Theed Rancors. She looked them all over, giant Caredetru Tykuper the legendary cyborg/cannible/guitarest/captain/goalie, Hanis Rameen the Left winger, Kradig L'jrabinheinen the oldest Center ever - for he was forty seven - , Gabrianesk Obenski the female Defenseman, and Frenilg Meben the right wing to name but a few. The entire mismatched team had worked hard and long to make it to this Alderaanian rink. They were in neutral ground, about to go against one of the most intimidating force in the Galactic Hockey Asociation, their inter-confrence rival from the other side of the galaxy, The Circaligee "Rebels" from the system Republica. This would be a fight to the very finish if either team wanted the trophy.

Duvnar Heared of the Hockey Match and decided to go and support Caredetru, about 10 minutes before the start of the game Duvnar slipped by the crowd and sat in the stands, Urik and Zane were right behind him and sat by Duvnar, Urik didn't know Caredetru well and Zane didn't know him at all but the two were simpily following Duvnar.

Caredetru made his final adjustments to his leg straps. The coach went over one last play, and every one was finally ready. Caredetru looked at the backup goalie next to him. She was a short, skinny Chiss girl. Right before the playoffs, the Rancors traded a right wing and the old relief goalie for her from the Hoth Wampas, but she was really struggling in practices. Her tiny blue face looked abnormal, sitting on her body that had been so bulked up with pads. Caredetru hit her in the leg with his stick and said, "Don't worry. It's all gonna be fine. We are going to do great. No, we aren't going to do great, we are going to do amazingly!" Caredetru stood on his thin blades, calling all atention to him. "We aren't going to do amazingly, we are going to excell at everything, and we will crush these damn Circaligees, and we will have that trophy!" He yelled, every one cheered with him. This was why he was the captain.

Helix walked in and slipped into the stands. He brought his droid, Vip, with him. Helix siad to the little mouse droid, "This is going t be so exciting since this is your first hockey game and tis is a championship."

Sark had never liked hockey games that much, but when he heard Caredetru was playing, he had to go. When he arrived, he navigated through the rows of seats and found his seat and TC's. As they settled in, he saw Dunvar, Urik, and some other fellow sitting a few rows in front of him. TC gazed around the room and noticed a small mouse droid with hover attachments near Helix. It looked like everyone was here.

Ali sat down in the stands with Marrissa he wasn't sure about the game, but he knew being stuck at home for a month wasn't fun. He was glad to get out, especially to see his friend Cared. He saw people he knew sit down, but decided to just not say a thing and watch the game. Marrissa asked if he could get her a drink so Ali got up and headed up the long steps to get her a drink. He was probably going to miss a lot of free time spending time with her.

As the three watched Duvnar noticed many of his friends gather around the place. Duvnar than looked closer on the game. On the enemy team their was someone Duvnar rememberd, someone that was back on Narshadda during the raid. It was SarLac's Cousin. Sarlac was Duvnar's best friend on Narshadda, Sarlac's cousin Zerkrow was his second best, Duvnar though he was killed though after they were seperated, guess he thought wrong. Zerkrow looked up to see Duvnar. He got up and shoved by the other players which was easy since he was the biggest player and the Goalie, stand 8ft tall. He took off his skates and walked towards the stands where Duvnar sat with Zane and Urik. Duvnar got up and shook hands with Zerkrow when he approached as Zerkrow said "I see you survived... It's nice to see you again old friend"

(ooc- Duvnar, 1st of all, Trandoshans wouldn't be allowed to play. It is sorta racist, but to be fair to everyone, only humanoids and things like them[the Noatolans and twileks mainly] are allowed. If we were to allow a Trandoshan, then we would have to allow Barabels and Gands and Wookies and all sorts of things in, but that wouldn't be fair to the humans. You can still have this guy, just change the species. Also, I don't think that any of them can get to 8'2")

The rest of the team rose unstedilly to their skates. Caredetru slipped on a pair of eyeglasses, for they greatly sharpened his blurry vision, took out a hair clip and pinned up his flowing locks away from his face. He pulled his mask over his face, and proceeded down the tunnel leading to the ice. The entire team walked slowly behind him. Caredetru had put on a good show, but wasn't really that confident about the game. He knew that it would be a hard fight, but he knew not who would come out the victor. The light at the end of the tunnel was growing. Caredteru could see that every one of the 3,000 seats were filled. He could see the blinding lights reflecting off of the fresh ice. He could feel the 20 degree air on his skin. He could hear the chatter among the crowd, some for the Rancors, some for the Rebels. Caredetru put a tentative first skate out onto the glistening white surface, and then exploded off in a burst of speed with the other. He wheeled around a couple times, then came to his net. He put his legs out in the splits, and streatched like that for a little while. He did more streatches, until he finally rose. He saw the two teams forming around the center circle, and the referee with puck in hand.

(ooc- I definately agree with Caredetru. Would you want to be checked into the boards by a Gamorean? No, you wouldn't)

Shevi got herself set outside the circle as L'jrabinheinen starred into the eyes of the Cathar center, trying as hard as he could to intimidate the man. The Rebel returned the intense gaze. The air was palpable, and very cold. The black and white stripped referee held the puck in a shaking hand. His eyes darted from player to player. He released the heavy puck, and the two centers smashed sticks, and the puck flew in Shevi's direction.

"And Theed wins the draw, the puck bounces over to Nalin. She bunts it back to Krayden the defenceman. It is passed up to Rameen. Across the blue line now, being covered by Brakenhouse the Rebel center. OH, he trips and falls! Brakenhouse takes the puck, passes to Jamig Arenklost the Twilek. He is pressured by Nalin the Nautolan, and he passes back to Brakenhouse. Ouch! He is slammed into the boards by Nalin, and they both go down onto the ice."

Kaz slipped into the arena just as the game was starting. Stealthily making his way to the Theed bench, Kaz suddenly vaulted the barrier and landly gracefully, right next to the coach. "Well, I made it..." Kaz whispered into his ear. A while back, the Nautolan had signed on with the hockey team, a first round draft pick. Unfortunetly, he hadn't been able to play during the season due to a conflict he was dragged into.

But now he was here, to play for his team if need be. Kaz had actually been turned onto the league by his close friend Caredetru, who was now the captain and goalie. Growing up on the oceanic planet of Glee Anselm, he had been a founding player in the Polar League, the great hockey league that played in the poles during winter. He had been a player on the Nautolan Society's team for 8 years of his youth, representing his race in the brutal annual game against the Anselmi. He had been a brilliant player, tying the league for lead scorer with his brother.

But then he had been pulled into a life that left little or no time for hockey. Never the less, Kaz had freed up some time and joined up in the Galactic League. Now here he was, ready to play for his team in the last game of the season... Studying the two teams, he watches as the Nautolan center for the Rancors goes down after slamming the Rebel who had the puck into the plexiglass. In fact, he thought he recognized her, possibly a team-mate or competitor from his past experience...

The puck flew from Braknehouse to a Selkath player for the Rebels, but he was imediately boweled over by Krayden for Theed. L'jrabinheinen was quick to pounce on the open puck, wristing it low-right. The sliding puck was kicked out of the way by the massive Republica goalie, and directly to the Twilek Rebel rightwing. He exploded in furious speed. Hew just ripped down the ice, no one even near him. Oh sh*t, this is bad! Caredetru thought. There was a saving grace, though, as Brakenhouse smashed Rameen in the face with a good right-handed punch. Rameen grabbed Brakenhouse by the throat, and numerous whistles blew. That affected nothing, because soon both entire teams were in a cluster, exchanging punches, pulling jerseys, throwing gloves, yelling, grabbing, and possibly biting. "Oh, I gotsta get in on some of this!" Said Caredetru to himself. He threw away his stick, and skated as fast as he could to the ensueing brawl. The entire stadium was on it's feet, screaming. Aperently, the giant goalie from the other end of the rink had had the same thoughts as Caredetru, for he was hoding a Rancor player by the hair and bashing him in the face with massive hands. Caredetru leaped for the Reptile-thing, throwing his gloves down to the ice. Caredetru intwined his fingers in the mesh of his oponent's face-mask, pulling the entire creature down then ripping the mask off. Caredetru could only get in one punch on the giant's face before he was grabbed by the Referees, but it was a good punch. It had caught the goalie right in the scaled cheek, and the wedding ring on Caredetru's fourth finger had broken the surface.

The Referess dragged both of the players aside. The ref then spoke to both of them in a private room "Look! We were never fond of either of you two playing in this! If you don't fix your attitude you will both be banned from Hockey!" Caredetru and Zeekrow then got seated for 20 Minutes because of such a big rumble and the fact that the ref held prejedice to them.

(OOC: Zeekrow will be banned, Caredetru you can be banned to if you want!)

(ooc- Duvnar, Hockey dosn't work like that. 1st of all, you don't get penalized 20 minutes for fighting. If you were like biting or scratching or anything like that, you might get a 10 minute miscoduct on top of the 5minutes for fighting. 2ndly, Goalies are not penalized. They choose another player to serve the penalty for the goalie. That means that someone else has to sit out instead of Me or Zeekrow. We both still get to play. Also, you can't get expelled from the league for fighting, even if you like gouge the other dude's eyes out.)

Kaz was the first one off the bench once the fight started. Skating with tremendous speed, he slammed the Rebel center, Brakenhouse, into the boards just as he was about to punch a Rancor from behind. Kaz was not someone you wanted slamming into you, standing at 6'4 and 180 pounds of pure muscle. The boards rattled, bairly managing to hold together under the insuing pressure of 2 giants flying into the crouds only restraints.

Brakenhouse was on the ground, dazed from the collision with plexiglass. Kaz moved on coming up from behind the Rebel goalie at the same time as Caredetru. While he pulled the creature down by it's mask, Kaz skated by and tripped the beast up, kicking his feet out from under his legs. By then the referees had called in reinforcements and the SWAT team was pulling the two teams apart. Kaz slowly skated back to the Rancor bench, where the coach was assessing the casualties.

The referee skated out to center ice. He turned on the microphone, and said to the audience: "Number 42, Brakenhouse, Republica, five minutes fighting. Number 38, Rameen, Theed, five minutes fighting. Number 97, Carchol, Republica, five for fighting will be served by number 32, Arenklost. Number 24, Tykuper, Theed, five for fighting will be served by L'jrabinheinen." He skated back to the boards. Caredetru skated over to L'jrabinheinen, and gave apologies before going back to his crease.